I danced in the Atlantic today
Barefoot, the sand beneath my feet
The cold water rushing in waves,
Lapping the skin of my calves.
The thought occurs to me
That the waters that swirl about my feet
Were once the dew that evaporated
From the ocean of prairie far away.
And the molecules traveled eastward through the air
Fell as rain over this ocean
Mingling with the salt waters,
But still, retaining their original form
That was born in the morning dews
Of my prairie home.